Disclaimer: I wear many hats. This post, however, represents only my personal views, not those of any of the organizations I am a part of
To the first-years:
So you’re a first-year at Columbia with big dreams and (possibly) plans for the future. You might have planned out your trajectory at school, whether that be finding lucrative internships for yourself or participating in social activism. Or maybe you haven’t — I know I certainly didn’t come in with anything more than a vague notion of what I wanted to do.
It’s the week before finals, and it still feels weird to think that my time here at Columbia is almost half over. I was wandering around campus the other morning, and decided that I’d take a few pictures of the flowers that have started (finally) blooming, despite the inconsistent weather we’ve been “enjoying” for the past couple of months.
In any case, it seems like a good time to reflect on this past year. I’ve made new friends, learned new things, experienced a little more of New York, and (hopefully) grown a little. Read more on Flowers and Happiness…
Spring is finally here! I think. Or at least we’ve had a few sunny days out, and it’s becoming mostly bearable to spend time outside.
Also saw a couple of these American Robins flitting about in the bushes. First time I’ve actually used BirdSnap, and I have to say it’s pretty awesome! Good work by Prof. Belhumeur’s Laboratory for the Study of Visual Appearance =)
Disclaimer: I do not represent the collective nor official view of any of the organizations I am a part of (including but not limited to the Columbia Engineering Student Council) in writing this post. These are my opinions and mine alone.
One of my few distinct memories of when I was six years old was going to a dinner party at a family friend’s house, and deciding impulsively (as little kids often do) that I wanted to learn how to play the piano. At the time, my parents had been in near-constant communication with their friends from school, work, and the general Asian-American community, so it was almost a foregone conclusion that I would be signed up for piano lessons the moment I expressed any interest whatsoever.